Yuuri opened his eyes slowly. Everything around him was blurry without his glasses, and he was frightened when he noticed that he didn't know where he was, but soon he located his glasses on a small table next to the bed and then breathe easily.
He was in the school infirmary.
Yuuri looked for his cell phone in his pockets and saw the time, then realizing that he had several text messages that he didn't feel like reading. It was about ten o'clock in the morning. Apparently he had slept almost two hours. He put away his cell phone, took off his glasses to put them back on the table and closed his eyes with the intention of going back to sleep again.
However, he opened them suddenly a second later, realizing that he didn't remember how he had gotten there. He scratched his head as he tried to remember what had happened, and the first thing that assaulted his memories were Viktor's blue eyes.
He and Viktor... had kissed.
When the kiss ended, the dark-haired boy remained paralyzed, not knowing what to do. Only his face had managed to react by painting his cheeks red. That had been his first kiss!
He never imagined that his first kiss would be with a man, much less with the most popular guy from his university. Curiously, it didn't feel bad, in fact, the contact between their lips was pleasant.
"Vi-Viktor?" Yuuri was the first to speak, and he dared to do it only because the silver-haired man had ducked his head and started sobbing.
"Yuuri... I-I'm sorry. I-I shouldn't have done that. I know you rejected me yesterday... but..." He looked up, tears streaming down his face. "I really like you."
Upon hearing that, Yuuri felt, as well as amazement at his insistence, bad with himself. He had made him cry.
"Ah... Viktor, you... did you mean it? You...you really like me?"
"Of course! Why would I confess my love to someone I don't like?!" He exclaimed, raising his voice more and more, and Yuuri panicked, unable to understand how Viktor, at his 21 years old, could cry like that. Yuuri was 18.
"W-wait, don't cry!" Yuuri quickly looked in his pockets for paper or a handkerchief, but when he didn't find anything, the only thing that occurred to him was to use the sleeves of his own clothes, which he slipped through Viktor's face, being careful not to get tangled in his long hair, until he managed to calm him down. By the way in which he had cried, that's just couldn't be a fake act. "No, forgive me. I thought it was a joke or something. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings."
"I see... I guess it's my fault that you thought that." Viktor grabbed the hand that Yuuri used to dry his tears and laid his own cheek on it, leaving Yuuri shocked, who didn't expect the silver-haired man liked so much physical contact. "I was so naive to think that I could make you fall in love with me just by declaring my love. I'm so used to people doing what I ask them to do... That's why I like you, Yuuri. You don't let yourself be influenced by others." He smiled happier. "So, I promise you that I will do everything possible to make you fall in love with me as I'm with you! I'm just asking you to give me one chance."
Yuuri wanted to say something, replicate that, but he didn't know what to say. He did like Viktor too, not so much to call it love, but..., hearing him say that, looking at him straight in the eyes... without even hesitating, it made his heart beat hard.
The only thing he couldn't figure out yet was how Viktor had noticed him in first place. Yuuri had nothing special, he was a common boy, with average grades, while Viktor stood out in everything that he was proposed. There was a huge contrast between them.
"Yuuri, I'll ask you again... Can I be your boyfriend?" He said, with less confidence than the day before, but with the same hope. The dark-haired boy removed his hand from Viktor's cheek and it took him a few seconds to answer.
"I really appreciated your words but..." Yuuri wanted to not give up again. Viktor deserved someone better than him, but he didn't have the heart to reject him for a second time, not when those eyes threatened to cry again. He sighed in defeated "... Okay, I accept. But... I'll give you a month trial!" He conditioned with a defiant look. Maybe Viktor would rethink it.
"...Eh?" Viktor tilted his head, confused. But then he smiled brightly. "Okay! It's a deal! Now you are my boyfriend!"
"Bu-but..." Oh. It didn't worked.
"I told you before, Yuuri. I will do everything possible to make you fall in love with me. It is a promise."
Yuuri let out a snort of resignation. The trial wasn't for Viktor to make him fall in love; it was to see if Viktor was still in love with him after the month. And when he wanted to explain it to him, the silver-haired man interrupted him with a kiss.
Oh, they had kissed twice... Surely he would have fainted after that, because he really didn't remember what happened next. His anxiety hadn't let him sleep at night. But now, since the adrenaline had gone down after clarifying things with Viktor, his brain finally could rest. He supposed that it was the same Viktor who had brought him to the infirmary.
Yuuri put on his glasses again and looked for his shoes on the floor, wanted to go home. But before he could remove the sheet, he heard someone enter the infirmary.
"Oh! Yuuri, you're already awake." Phichit ran to him and took a nearby chair to sit next to him. His face showed relief. "How are you feeling? You had us all very worried. Look, I brought your backpack."
"Yes. I feeling better. Thanks for worrying." Yuuri smiled too. Phichit was undoubtedly his best friend. They had known each other since high school and were always lucky enough to have the same classes, they even shared the same hobby, skating; and now in college, without having agreed to, they ended up in the same career. "Ah... I just don't remember what happened or how I got here."
"Viktor said he took you to the bathroom and that you fainted there." Of course. Viktor was a popular boy, he had to lie in order to not give explanations about their new relationship. "You should have seen the face of the whole university when he brought you here carrying you as a princess." Phichit began to laugh after remembering it, while Yuuri's eyes widened with surprise.
"Phichit. Tell me that that is not... true ..."
"Of course it is! I even took pictures." Phichit took out his cellphone and showed Yuuri several photos taken in sequence of him and Viktor, the latter one was carrying him unconscious like a princess in distress. Yuuri covered his face with the sheet and wanted to faint again, feeling really ashamed. "Oh, Viktor also told me something very interesting."
"What?" He asked without giving much importance, still thinking about the photos.
"That you and he are dating! Congratulations!" He exclaimed with a big smile and patting his shoulder. Yuuri was surprised once again. He really didn't expect Viktor to tell someone about them, maybe it was true that he was in love with him. "It's weird, you know? I knew you liked Viktor, but I never imagined that he was the kind of person who wanted to be in a serious relationship. Well, what they say must be true; appearances are deceive."
"Phi-Phichit! I've never said that I like Viktor."
"Yes, it's true. But you didn't need to tell me that for me to know it. Just seeing how you always look at him I realized." He laughed. "And for the way Viktor talks about you, I can tell he likes you too."
"Yes, he said that..." Yuuri brought his knees to his chest and hugged his legs, giving a sigh. "But I don't even know what he likes about me."
"Oh yeah. I asked him that when he told me that you two are boyfriends now. You know, just to make sure he wasn't trying anything funny with you." Apparently Phichit had also distrusted Viktor's intentions. "He told me he likes how you skate."
"Wait, Viktor has seen me skate?"
"Oh? I thought you knew." Yuuri shook his head. "Thats weird. He sometimes goes to the skating rink and watches us train, but now I realize he was only going to see you." He winked.
But how was that possible? It If that were true, Yuuri would have realized... or maybe not. When he skate, he often ignore what is around him and leave his mind blank, or just concentrate on the routine he was rehearsing. Neither Yuuri nor Phichit trained to be professionals, but their instructor liked to put on performances to show them in public during cultural festivals.
Now everything made less sense. Yuuri wasn't such a good skater. He wasn't bad at it, but wasn't remarkable either.
"Phichit, are you... okay with this? Viktor and I are men... "
"Yuuri, you offended me!" He faked a hurt face. "You say it as if you didn't know me. Of course I'm fine with your relationship. You have my total support." He smiled and stroked Yuuri's hair like if he were a puppy. "If someone bothers you for that, you must tell me and I immediately I'll put it in theirs place, okay?" He made the gesture of striking a fist against his palm. "Ah! I must return to classes, in a few minutes the rest is over. Go home and sleep. Tomorrow I'll give you the notes." He said as he walked to the door. "By the way, I gave your number and mail to Viktor. Maybe you already have messages from him."
Yuuri immediately looked back at his cellphone, and remembered that he had new messages which he ignored. Indeed, they were from the silver-haired man. The first message explained it what had happened when he fainted, including that he carried him as a princess.
"You look very cute when you sleep!" Viktor added the icon of a heart at the end, and the following messages were to apologize for not staying by his side, that he had a teamwork to present as an exam and that his classmates didn't stopped to harassing him to finish it. It seemed only obvious to Yuuri that the girls only wanted to keep Viktor for themselves.
"Thank you for take me to the infirmary." He replied. "I'm feeling better now. Now I will go home."
The dark-haired boy didn't wait for an answer, since classes had already begun, but it didn't passed a minute when Viktor replied.
"You have nothing to thank me. I'm your boyfriend and it's my job to take care of you!" He used the hugs and kisses icons, and Yuuri blushed.
Then Yuuri felt fear. He didn't doubt that Viktor would try to fulfill that promise, to try to make him fall in love with him. But what about if Viktor get tired of him at the end of the month? The only way to avoid ending up with a broken heart was not to fall in love with him.
